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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!
I'm particularly proud of this part. Enjoy!
The LT went over to Linda and gave her some directions. Then Simmons meandered over to Silva, had a few words, and strolled on toward the man John and Fred had pointed out.
“Hello Lance Corporal. Here, take a glass of water.”
“Thanks sir. Thanks a lot.” The man was young and he was eager. But he was also dangerously naive.
“Now Lance Corporal Lister, I wanted to personally thank you for the information you gave me. Now here’s a demonstration of what I’m going to do with it.” He raised his hand and gave Linda and Omni the ok. Their shots rang out and hit Silva and all his men in seconds. Their gear went off, and their screams of annoyance took the smile from Lister’s face. Then a great red dot from a laser sight appeared on the Lance Corporal’s head.
“Do you see that, Lance Corporal?” Simmons pointed to the retching men trying to take off their beeping equipment. Lister was sweating bullets now and his face was full of the realization that he had just sold out his men, and the men of Bravo Company. Simmons brought his face close into the shaking Marine’s, so that their noses were almost touching. “That is what happens when people talk. This may be an exercise, but those men are as good as dead, and it’s your fault. You are in a position of authority Lance Corporal. Learn this lesson well, and teach it to the men under your command.”
With that, Simmons stepped aside and a blank shot rang out, and in an instant Lance Corporal Lister was looking for his MILES’s off switch with the rest of Silva’s men. On his way back to the platoon’s CP, Fred came running up alongside the careworn Lieutenant.
“What did you do that for LT?”
“Because Fred, people need to learn that war is serious, and there’s going to be a real fight to win someday.”
The young Spartan stopped walking and thought about that. His face hardened and he realized Simmons was right. From that day on, Spartan 104, Fred, never thought of war as a game again.
The Bravo’s morning assault was entirely successful, resulting in the capture of the woods without a single casualty. This success was largely in part to the fact that Simmons and the men had already been picked up by the morning’s first Pelicans. The Spartans rode in a separate Pelican to a separate installation, and Linda was tempted to take down a few Bravos from the air, but under Simmons’ orders John held her back.
Silva and his men were untied and Silva was chewed out thoroughly by his superior, and in turn Silva chewed Lister out. And so the last uncaptured flag on Reach fell to the Spartans and the 89th Drop Jet Platoon.